He pondered for a while, then stood up and walked away, unknowingly reaching the bottom of the hut. [He was afraid of disturbing Di Shiyin, so he walked very lightly, almost quietly.
Glancing in through the grid, my heart moved slightly.
In the room, Fang Xiyan was half-sitting on the narrow couch, her eyes slightly closed, and there was no movement. But Di Shiyin was half a foot away from her, and his palms were stroking towards Fang Xiyan's body, and the shadows of his palms filled the sky.
, the palm wind stirred up, causing Fang Xiyan's clothes to flutter endlessly.
His palm did not touch Fang Xiyan's body, and he only used the wind of his palm to tap her corresponding acupuncture points. Although Fang Xiyan had not moved yet, her face looked much better. She was originally sallow and pale, like a dead person.
At this moment, there was already a faint blush on her cheeks.
Emperor Shiyin's palm technique is extremely light and agile, with each step advancing and retreating in a coordinated manner, just like flowing clouds and flowing water. This set of palm techniques looks complicated and can only make people dazzled.[
Although Feng Xiao has high demon-hunting power, he has never seriously learned anything from a teacher in his life. What he knows is either from reading books, learning it secretly, or summing it up from fighting with others.
Miscellaneous but not pure, he knows a little bit of everything, but he has learned a lot of things that are specious.
If he hadn't been extremely gifted and a rare genius, he might have become obsessed with such random learning.
It has become his habit to learn something he is interested in. Now that he saw that Emperor Shiyin's palm technique was beautiful and had such good functions, he couldn't help but want to learn it...
After a few glances, I started to imitate...
His memory and imitation ability are extremely amazing. Although Emperor Shiyin's set of palm skills is complicated, he memorized them exactly after reading them once...
After imitating a set of movements, he looked up again, only to find that Di Shiyin had disappeared in the room, leaving only Fang Xiyan lying on the white jade bed. Because the distance was still far away, he couldn't see clearly whether she was there at the moment.
resurrection……
Suddenly he seemed to realize something and suddenly turned around. Not far behind him, Di Shiyin lazily leaned there and asked lazily: "You learned it? Do you want me to demonstrate it to you again?"
Feng Xiaoxun: "..."
He has always been thick-skinned. Although he was a little embarrassed in his heart, he didn't care on his face. He stretched out and said, "I'm currently chatting. It would be nice if you give me a set of punches to relieve my boredom."
Di Shiyin glanced at him, was too lazy to talk nonsense with him anymore, turned around and walked away.
Feng Xiaoxun couldn't bear to worry about Xiyan and flew in.